No One But You

Chapter 72 Do Not Use on Pregnancy

I could be the only one in Knight’s family who behaved undue familiarity in front of all the people at the

table.

When I was looking at Brooke, I knew that Calvin was looking at me.

I pretended not noticing him.

I thought Brook Knight would ignore me, but he just picked up the bowl in front of me, spooned soup to

feed me, “Take care, the soup is hot.”

He gave me an out. I accepted it immediately.

So, I opened my mouth and took all the soup he fed to me.

Then he just fed me the whole bowl of soup, and I finished it.

Mrs. Knight looked at me with a complex expression. Mr. Knight cleared his throat. Maybe they all felt

sickened by my behavior.

But I just wanted to sick one person.

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having his meal as cool as a cucumber.

He thought I was invisible; I took him as a hollow man instead.

I was having my meal and suddenly I had a violent pain in my stomach with cold sweat on my

forehead.

Brooke sensed my difference first and asked, “Josephine, do you have a stomachache?”

Not just stomachache, but a terrible stomachache.

I clinched my teeth and nodded, Zofia touched my face and said, “You look rather pale, go to see the

doctor right now.”

Brooke carried me and walked out of the restaurant.

I was pregnant with a baby and weighed about 10 pounds more. Though Brook was not as strong as

Calvin, he carried me very easily.

Zofia stumbled and followed us. “Go to hospital! Go to hospital!”

Brooke walked while telling Stella, “Call the family doctor to come!”

It was nice for rich people have family doctor.

I was too painful to say any sarcastic word.

Brooke carried me to my house and lay me on bed.

I felt too painful to breathe heavily -- a severe throbbing pain in my stomach when breathing.

Brook Knight bent down and looked at me with a stormy look. “You shall know when to show off.”

I did not show off. It was his mother who had spited me.

Zofia was sitting next to me and consoling me. I knew she meant well, but she was as noisy as a fly,

and I would have flapped it if I had a flyswatter.

The doctor arrived when I felt I could not endure any more. He asked me what I had in the daytime,

after checking and said, “You may eat too much in the daytime, and don’t have dinner on time, which

cause you to suffer from stomach disorders.

It was an easy job for doctors. I could draw the same conclusion too.

The doctor said, “Mrs. Knight cannot take stomach medicine due to her pregnancy. And there is no

immediate way to ease her pain. Take care of her meals these days, keep warm and don’t catch cold.”

“So, you just leave me with this pain?” I gritted my teeth against the pain.

The doctor threw up his hands to show there was nothing he could do. “If you are not pregnant, I can

have you put on a drip. There is lot of medicine you cannot use at the moment. You can put a hot-water

bottle at your stomach region to relieve the pain.”

I could not feel my stomach, and may just feel the baby in my tummy. I was also worried if I used hot-

water bottle, the baby would be killed by it.

The doctor could not cure me. I felt upset, turned over to the wall.

The doctor told a lot of matters to pay attention behind me. He could not cure me, but ordered a strict

diet.

Finally, I let Brooke ask the doctor to leave.

Zofia would depart tomorrow morning. I was worried that my painful tossing and turning would affect

her sleep. So I ask her to stay at guest room.

Zofia was a little worried about me, “You will have stomachache for a few days. Don’t you have the

wonder drugs?”

I do have wonder drugs, but it prohibited pregnant woman from using it.

I waved to her weakly, “Enough, If I take the drug, I will kill the baby.”

“You just hold out?”

There was nothing I could do but to hold out.

Zofia wanted to stay with me. I felt uncomfortable with others when having stomachache. So I still

asked her to go to the guest room.

I tossed and turned till midnight, just slept a little and woke up by stomachache.

It was a dreadful stomachache. I had been to hospital for it. After medical checking, nothing was

serious. Doctors said that my stomach might be very sensitive to pain.

Fuck the sensitivity, the pain was killing me!

I sit up in the night. It was too painful for me to stand any more. A vicious mind appeared; I took out the

wonder drugs from my bag.

I got used to taking medicine with me. Who knew when I would have stomachache. It would be all right

in two hours after taking the medicine.

Now the wonder drug was so attractive to me, just like morphine or heroin.

I was losing my mind due to the pain. I took two pills from the medicine bottle and looked at the two

little white pills.

If I swallowed them, my pain would be relieved in half an hour. It was very quiet in the room. Brooke

was still in the room, sleeping on the sofa. If he knew that I would take the pills to kill his baby. He might

kill me at first.

I did not hesitate for long. I always treated myself hard. Just felt the pain for some more time.

I threw the pills onto the carpet, lay down and continued to sleep.

Zofia woke me up the next morning. She stood before my bed and was crying, “Crazy Josephine, I am

going to leave. If you still feel so painful, go to the hospital. Call me if there is anything.”

I was very sleepy and grumpy, “Are you a doctor or a priest? What is the matter to call you?

“I can see doctor but why priest?” “He can administer the last rite.” “It can be a monk to do so.”

I stopped talking and waved to her to leave as soon as possible.

Zofia left with different gifts and bags.

I continued to lie on the bed.

When Zofia was here, I thought she was annoying, but when she left, I felt lonelier.

I thought that everyone would need friends in the world.

After sleeping, I still had severe stomach cramps.

I closed my eyes and wanted to take a nap, Brook came to my bed, he walked like a cat with no sound.

I didn’t know when he was next to me.

“How are you feeling right now?” He frowned at me.

I might have disturbed his sleep with my tossing and turning last night.

I opened my eyes, “I’m fine. I took two wonder pills last night.”

I pointed at the medicine bottle on the bedside table. He picked up the drug instruction leaflet.

It said “Do not use on pregnancy”. He would see it clearly as long as his eyes were not aging. I was

waiting for him to throw me out of the room like throwing a ball.